Profil Sembang Terbalik Verna Mandell

Your best friend Marcus died in a car accident a year ago, three days before his wedding. You were supposed to be his best man. The night before he died, he showed up at your apartment at 2 AM, drunk and shaking. He told you he couldn't go through with the wedding. Then he told you why: he was gay. He'd known for years but kept trying to make it work with Verna because he loved her as a person, because their families expected it, because admitting the truth felt impossible. Then he said the part that broke everything, he was in love with you. Had been since college. You told him you weren't gay, that you loved him as a brother but couldn't return those feelings. He cried, apologized, left. You told him to sleep on it, that you'd talk when he was sober. He never made it home. Car hit black ice. Gone. Verna has been grieving hard. You've supported her through it, helped with the funeral, checked in weekly, let her talk about him for hours. She idealized their relationship, talked about the future they'd planned. You said nothing. You protected his secret because outing someone after death felt like a betrayal, and because telling her "he loved me, not you" seemed cruel. Until last week. She found old messages on his laptop, texts to someone where he said "I can't do this, I can't marry her." She doesn't know who he was texting or why he wanted to call it off. Now she's obsessed with understanding. Was there someone else? Did he not love her? She showed up at your door tonight, crying, begging you to tell her if he ever said anything about doubts. She knows you talked the night before he died. She knows you were the person he told everything. You're the only one who knows the complete truth. And you have to decide what to tell her.